Golden Gallon Port.
Slums near the Governor's Mansion.
The open space where the poor were drying their clothes was now crowded with a large group of people.
Although it is said to be drying clothes here, most of the things hanging on the hemp rope are rags like rags, which can only cover up privacy at most.
Due to the low education rate and no contraceptives or other ways of entertainment, people here like to create people when they are fine, so there are more people than clothes.
Some extremely poor survivors even have to share a robe with their family, and they will wear it when they need to go out.
It is precisely because of this that when Ashin stood in the middle of the crowd wearing a clean striped shirt and thick canvas pants, both temperament and image seemed out of place with the poor people around him wearing old clothes and even wrapped in bed sheets.
Finally, an old man with wrinkles on his face and a sallow complexion was pushed out during a push from people.
His name is Jia Yi, he is a member of the Rat tribe. He is less than 60 years old, but he looks like he is buried in an old age.
But then again, in the slums in the Golden Gallon Port, living to the age of sixty is indeed considered an old age.Most people have already lived their lives by the age of forty.
People on this street unanimously agreed that since they are children of the Rat people, it is most appropriate to educate them by the elders of the Rat people.
They need to figure out three things.
One is what those Iron Man told him that day, and the other is where did he get the money from buying this outfit?
As for the third thing, it is also the most important thing.
What does it mean to let them move away?
The old man who was squeezed into the front felt a little helpless on his face, but he also knew that this matter was the most suitable for him.
So he cleared his throat and said with a serious expression to the young man in front of him.
Ashin, you are a good boy. I watched you grow up. I hugged you when you were only as big as a coconut shell.
Ah Xin nodded.
I remember Grandpa Jai.
A comforting smile appeared on the old man's face, but the lines of wrinkles quickly twisted up seriously again.
We all know that you are a honest and honest child. You and your family are good people on this street, so you are on our side, right?
certainly.
Ah Xin nodded again, glanced at Grandpa Jia Yi, and then at the neighbors around him, and continued to speak slowly.
I can swear to my gods that I hope everyone can live a better life than anyone else.
As soon as his voice fell, a roar of righteous indignation came from beside him.
Then what does it mean that you let us move out?
The angry shout immediately ignited the emotions of everyone around him, and the rebukes flew over and instantly drowned the two people standing in the crowd.
that is!What do you mean!
This is our home!We don't go anywhere!
How many benefits did those people give you!
Very Ah, I understand where your outfit comes from!
Pooh!Eat something inside and outside!
I knew that none of these mice had a good thing!
Let me tell you, let me tell you.Jay's voice was begging, and he raised his hand to try to calm everyone down, but the response was only raindrops of saliva.
No one paid attention to him at all.
After all, the Rat people are just a group of lowly things.
Although they look like humans, their hearts are like mice in the gutter, and the people here look down on them from the bottom of their hearts.
Just as the Wolf tribe produced the most brave and bravest warriors, they produced prostitutes, pickpockets, thieves and profiteers.
These villains who do all evil are slightly higher than those Yue tribes who have been deprived of all their property, power and even personal freedom.
The people here have no doubt that the next ethnic group that has been demoted to slavery must be these annoying rats.
It is simply a shame to allow these inferior people to live in the prosperous era of the empire!
Everything would be better without them!
Bathed in the scolding of everyone, Ashin looked at the indignant faces expressionlessly, and suddenly wanted to laugh.
His status is indeed low.
But how good are these people?
Even if he is as noble as a wolf, living in this ghost place is just a dog that picks up garbage and eats.Even if he is as gentle as a sheep, he will have given birth to cruel and ruthless criminals and robbers.
However, his old father, who was looked down upon by everyone on this street, lived honestly and diligently throughout his life. Not only did he not offend anyone, he also taught him and his brothers and sisters to be honest and honest good people, so that they can be reincarnated as personal superiors in the next life.
Touching his conscience, he has indeed lived honestly in the past seventeen years, and once planned to endure this life.
Until yesterday, he was treated like a sewer rat, pushing and driving out of the crowd, with the only purpose of testing the group of Iron Man who is from and what attitude he is towards them...
At that moment, standing alone on the street, he suddenly hated the cowardly self and the people who made him live for seventeen years.
So much so that when those people handed him the gun, he wanted to pull out the guys who pushed him out and killed him on the spot.
But he didn't do that.
It's not because of kindness.
Instead, he knew very well who gave him the gun or the power of life and death.
Since the master could hand the gun to his hands, he could naturally take it away from him.
In order to retain this power, he must do everything he can to please them.
He won't be ruthless when it's time to kill someone.
But now.
He must do this with a beautiful and minimal cost before he can shoot out the twelve bullets in his pistol.
Holding the cold metal texture in his pocket, he tried hard to overcome the fear in his heart and the instincts he had engraved in his human nature for seventeen years.
Then, like an honest child, he lit his head for the third time, and the last time.
That's right, I've collected money, and it's a huge sum of money, a huge sum of money that you poor guys can't imagine in your life.
The surroundings became quiet in an instant.
He could feel that the eyes that looked at him were not only simple anger, but also a hint of greed and desire.
It's like a hyena meeting a hare.
They just regretted that they were not themselves who took the gun from the league at that time, and they wanted to snatch all the money in their pockets.
Without pause, Ashin used all his strength to maintain his calmness and calmly said the words he had thought about all night.
There were 40,000 yuan in total. Not only did I buy myself a new set of clothes, but I also bought a set for my brother, younger brother, my sister, sister and parents.After that, we also plan to buy three pigs and buy some things that subsidize household items to make everyone's life more comfortable.
A slightly sturdy man stepped forward and stared at him with his eyes tightly.
Why do they give you money?Those iron men.
Ah Xin recognized this guy.
This guy's name is Vikram, he is a member of the Wolf tribe. It is said that he has been a soldier before, but only this guy knows whether he has been a soldier or not.
He only knew that this guy was a famous villain on this street, bullying his brother and younger brother a lot on weekdays, and his honest father.
Ah Xin knew very well that the reason why this guy didn't take the money directly from his pocket was not because he was afraid of himself, but just because of the iron men who were suspected to be standing behind him.
It is precisely because of this...
He said that he could not lose the support of those adults.
I sold my house to them, and Ashin looked at him expressionlessly, imagining the group of iron men standing behind him, and continued slowly, "The house is theirs now, and whether they blow it up or use it as a target to knock it out, it is their freedom."
Everyone was in an uproar when they heard this, including Vikram standing in front of him, and countless people showed expressions of surprise and shock on their faces.
You can't do this!
That's not just your house!It's also a house on this street!
That's right!
At least
This should have one of your own money than the huge amount!
Vikram's eyes narrowed, his tone with a hint of threat.
Boy, I live on the street near you!If the shell landed here
Then you go and discuss with them!And those Iron Man!Looking at the chattering crowd, Ashin suddenly burst out and a roar interrupted everyone's words.
No one expected that this young man who is timid, honest and low-key on weekdays would suddenly get so angry, and the surroundings would become quiet for a moment.
Even the famous villain on this street, the guy named Vikram looked at him in surprise, as if he was watching a monster who had taken the wrong medicine.
But even so, this guy was just watching.
Ah Xin knew that this guy would not dare to touch him.
He is extremely calm and sober now.
He knew that the more he was unscrupulous, the more these people would think about the fact that they had a backer behind him. The more they were afraid of what gave him unscrupulous courage.
What's more, they're not wrong.
I do have that thing.
And it's in his hand!
Looking around at the faces full of surprise around him, Ah Xin continued to say unabashedly.
...Go, carry it together, and discuss with the iron people and let them fight with the empire somewhere else!Or you can send a timid guy like a mouse to discuss with His Majesty and ask him to give the port and the Governor's Mansion to those Iron Mansions!
Looking at the speechless guys, he smiled coldly.
...You don't dare to do this. You only dare to find someone who looks easy to bully. This person is best the one you are extremely familiar with but not so familiar with. It is best the one who is hardworking and will never fight back even if you are beaten or scolded, such as me standing here.
I'm going to drive you away from here, right?Then kill me, then look at my house with a bang, and then it turned into a ruin!The soldiers of the Empire would use them as bunkers, and the iron people in the Governor's Mansion would use them as targets.When they finish playing, they pat their butts and leave. You can get nothing but a pile of sand and soil!Come on, are you helpless?
No one took action.
There is not even the person who speaks.
Ashin gasped slightly.
He has never said so many things in his life, and he has been in front of so many people.
But he was already standing here, like a mouse forced into the corner by a wild cat.
The only thing he can do now is bluff.
If he was scared, these people would really kill him.
Gritting his teeth and holding back his trembling shoulders, Ashin tried hard to recall the words he had thought of last night, and continued to say one by one.
It's me, the poorer poorer who you poor people look down on the most on weekdays, now we have negotiated a suitable price for you so that your worthless shacks can be exchanged for at least four fat pigs you have never touched in your life!
Forty thousand, forty thousand Xilan coins!If you are willing to tear it down yourself, they will give you an extra 20,000. This is the benefit I have won for you!It's me!
He roared at the top of his lungs, his voice even hoarse. When the people around him heard it, they immediately boiled like a boiling oil pan.
forty thousand!
If you stripped down your house, you would give you an extra 20,000!
Just their broken house, let alone 40,000 Xilan coins, maybe someone will want 20,000!And even if it is worth so much money, no one will buy it.
Many people are already moved.
As the young man named Ah Xin said, this money is an astronomical amount for most people living here.
With this money, they can not only go to the countryside to build a spacious cottage, but also buy three or four large fat pigs.
With pigs, even if you have a prolific farmer, it is better to squeeze in this slum to pick up those jobs that have no more than the next meal.
Seeing that everyone was moved, Vikram was panicked.
On weekdays, he only relies on collecting protection fees, extortion, and doing some stealing things, and all these tasks are divided into good territory.
If this block is gone, he is like a wild dog without a home, and he can only go to other dogs' territory to grab food with them.
He will be bitten to death by those more cruel wild dogs!
He is not against selling his dilapidated house at a good price.
But that should at least be a huge sum of money that will make him worry about food and clothing for the rest of his life!
It would be better to make him a real wolf clan, rather than hang out with these poor people like a wild dog!
etc!Why is it only 40,000? Vikram put on a fierce expression and took a step forward with a harsh look on his face.
If he had brought a few people to discuss with those iron men, maybe he could have asked for more
However, before he could say anything, he interrupted it with a sudden gunshot.
A blood hole was printed on his forehead. Vikram stared at the young man whose arms were shaking constantly, and after a moment, he fell heavily to the ground, sprinkling red and white all over the floor.
He didn't know.
Someone has been staring at his head for a long time.
Hearing the gunshot, the crowd was filled with a commotion, like monkeys poured by hot hot oil, but they were not moving forward, but fearfully backward.
Jay looked at the young man from the Rat who drew his gun in disbelief, as if he was watching something ruthless, and said in a trembling voice.
You killed someone...
Yes, let me be a beast in the next life.
Trying to hide the trembling of his index finger and arm, Ah Xin inserted the gun back into his pocket, still said this coldly, and then looked at the people around him and continued.
What about you?Do you get out of here with the money, or do you want to be like him?
As he expected.
No one cared about the body.
Some people die here every now and then. No matter whether they are starving or dying from illness, no one cares.
Even if the Governor's Office is right next to it.
What they care more about was the gun in his hand, the gun that was given by the Iron Man and symbolized by authority, even though there were only 11 bullets left in that gun.
besides
They still care about themselves.
Or money.
As for Vikram.
That guy is dead.
Not many people like him when he was alive, let alone after lying on the ground, the mass grave was his last destination.
The man standing behind Vikram moved his Adam's apple, curbing the panic on his face, staring at the young man standing in the crowd and speaking.
Can you... guarantee to get the money for us?
Ashin said without hesitation.
I promise.
The man hesitated for a moment, nodded, and walked forward.
Ashin stared at him, although he was panicked, it was not reflected in the face that was numb because of the blood.
step.
Two steps...
At three meters away, the man suddenly stopped and took a deep breath.
...Thank you for everything you did for everyone.
The Adam's apple moved, and he continued.
Just like you said... here will soon turn into ruins, and even if we don't take that money, nothing will change.
The surroundings were quiet for many seconds.
People seemed to be surprised by his approval.
But soon, a sparse sound began to sound.
really……
This price is enough.
Your Majesty will not give it to us.
My dilapidated house has been leaking for a while and I just plan to build another one.
It's much easier if someone takes the lead.
Although those words against their will were a little hesitant and hesitant, the meaning revealed was not surprising, mostly affirmation and praise for Ashin.
Looking at the obedient people, Ashin breathed a sigh of relief, but he did not thank the man, but just looked at him indifferently and said.
Your name.
The man said with a respectful look.
Kunal…dog people.
Ah Xin nodded.
Now, you are mine.
The man looked happy.
At this moment, when did tiny rain drops suddenly float from the sky filled with dark clouds, drop after drop on the blood-stained mud ground.
When it was raining, people were like dogs who heard the ringing of meals, and rushed to the clothes and bed sheets hanging on the hemp rope, rushing to take them into their arms, for fear of being wet by the rain, and even more afraid that others would be able to walk around in chaos.
But Ah Xin just squatted down, picked up a shell from the ground, and wiped away the mud and water stained on it with his trembling thumb.
Go and bury him.He tried hard to keep his voice from showing any cowardice.
Standing in the rain, Kunal nodded respectfully, like a loyal servant.
yes!
Not just Kunal.
Several men also grabbed Vikram's hands and feet, lying on the ground, and moved it outside the square.
From this moment on, they were all his younger brothers.
Nothing needs to be said explicitly.
Ashin, who was squatting in the rain, did not get up, but just quietly looked at the bloodstains in the distance that had not been washed away by the rain, and his eyes were evident.
This is his first time killing someone.
He found that as long as he did not treat people as humans, but as a livestock, it was easier than he thought.
Although his arms are sore and numb, his mouth is so painful, and his legs are so weak that he can't stand up...
……
Damn, it's raining.
Find a place to shelter from the rain.
Near Camp Rowell, near the slums on Blackwater Street.
The four players patrolling along the alley suddenly saw that it was raining, and it was getting heavier and heavier, so they walked under the eaves of the houses beside them.
It’s a pity that the eaves are too narrow and there is wind blowing outside. No matter how they lean against the wall, the rain can fall on the armor.
Type 5 The exoskeleton has good wading performance, but it is very troublesome to get water into the gaps in the bulletproof insertion plate, and some moving parts have to be re-oiled and maintained.
The more complex the machine is, the more picky the working environment is. I am afraid that the only one who is truly durable is the mosquito small aircraft produced by Goblin Technology.
perhaps……
They should hire a few NPCs to do this.
Mountains and rivers are in dreams. Thinking of this in my heart, I saw a few pairs of bright black eyes staring at them in the cracks in the half-closed window.
He looked at Zero Chong, who was on the side of the perception system, and the latter shook his head.
No murderous intention.
Shanhe walked to the door when he entered his dream and reached out to knock on the door.
The door opened quickly, and a wrinkled face poked out from the crack of the door, and the panic-eyed eyes were filled with anxiety.
adult?
We can take shelter from the rain for a while.
After saying that, Shanhe River dreamed and took out a Xilan coin worth 100 yuan and stuffed it into the hand of the old man whose face was full of incredible words.
Thanks...thank you.The old man thanked him in fear and trepidated him and stepped back and gave in to the door.
The light in the room was very dark, but I could barely see it clearly.
There was a table in the room less than ten square meters, with pots and pans on it, and the black eyes were hidden behind the table.
They were children about eleven or twelve years old, with sallow skin and dirty faces, some boys and girls, all wrapped in a sheet of cloth decorated with linen, as if they had been torn off from a complete curtain or sheet.
Looking at the shiny exoskeleton and the rifle hanging on the chest, the children's faces were both timid and curious.
They had never seen these iron men in armor, but they felt that these men seemed more mighty than the soldiers carrying rifles.
The two girls who looked older, with fear and uneasiness on their faces, quietly climbed upstairs along the ladder under the urging of their mother.
Shanhe dreamed, and he felt a little reluctant, but he didn't say anything. He just took three teammates to shelter from the rain, trying not to disturb these people's lives.
The two sides were silently facing each other, with only the sound of drizzling rain outside the window.
After a while, it seemed that these iron men were not that scary. In addition, they could not see their eyes through the eyepiece, and the adults and children in the room gradually stopped taking them to heart.
Except for the three women who had gone upstairs before, the others gathered around the table and used their hands to take out pieces of mud as big as a baby's fist from the iron basin filled with brown mud and spread it flat on the table, spreading it into a cake shape.
The old man was pronounced something with a sensible expression, stretched out his mud-filled hand and grabbed some crushed wild vegetable leaves, pepper and cardamom powder from the basket beside him and sprinkled them on the mud cakes one after another.
The players standing at the door looked at each other, swallowed involuntarily, and communicated quietly in the communication channel.
Is this... earth?
Eighty percent of it.
Mom...
From this point of view, nutritional cream is more delicious.
But they actually have condiments.
The mountains and rivers are in their dreams and they don’t speak.
He remembered seeing it on Sces' post that it was said to be located in the north of Golden Gallon Harbor, a vast red land was located.
The red land is completely different from the Guanyin soil they usually understand in terms of color and composition. It seems to have been artificially improved. Although things cannot be planted, they boil and filter out the sand and gravel in it and drain it and can be eaten directly.
The local poor will mix some plant fiber and condiments into it to make it less difficult to swallow.
Of course, although eating this artificially improved mud is not dangerous to eat kaolin, it is impossible to eat this thing seven days a week.
Most of the bottom layers of Golden Gallon Port still use black beans and a kind of bean that looks like chickpeas but is larger in size, and various berries and wild vegetables are complementary foods.
As for the main sources of protein, they are mainly insects and freshwater snails.
As for mud cakes, they are just a supplement when the economy is not prosperous.
In short, because it is located at the junction of tropical and subtropical regions and is located on the impact plains on the banks of the Yongliu River, the food source in this area is quite rich.
It is precisely because of this settlement that can accommodate so many people that it is far beyond the carrying capacity of this land.
However, the survivors living here are just alive, and they are even less dignified than the cattle in the cattle.
At least only foreigners can eat them.
After a while, the man's ritual was finished, and the mud cakes on the table turned into half-dry and undry.
He picked up a few cakes, put them in the bowl as big as a palm, handed them to the older child beside him, and whispered to him to deliver them to his mother and sisters upstairs.
Then he rubbed his hands and greeted the family members who had already swallowed their saliva to have dinner.
Standing at the door, Zero Chong couldn't bear to watch it anymore, took out the compressed biscuits stuffed in his backpack, ignored the captain's eyes and walked forward. In the panic look of the family, he stuffed it to the child closest to him and whispered in a low voice.
Eat this.
He knew very well that this would have no meaning at all, just like stuffing gold coins into the NPC's home with a bare wall, it would not change anything.
But he did it anyway.
There is no special reason, isn’t it just for the idea to be clear when playing games?
Shanhe fell into his dream and shook his head, but said nothing. The two liang of moonlight standing next to him quietly gave him a thumbs up.
The little girl, who was as tall as his exoskeleton breastplate, widened her black eyes, looked at him straight through her fluffy and loose hair, and then looked at her father. Seeing that her father had no objection, she took a bite of the plastic packaging.
Seeing that she was stabbed by plastic serrated teeth, Zero Chong quickly signaled with his hands.
It has to be tear apart, that's it.
The little girl hesitated for a moment, clumsyly learning from his gestures and tore open the plastic packaging, hesitated and took another bite.
In an instant, she widened her eyes, and her black eyes seemed to be painted with a layer of color, rolling into a hazy wave.
It was a delicious food she had never tasted before.
She sucked her mouth voraciously. Seeing this, Ling Chong looked around and didn't see the container of water. He gritted his teeth and took out a bottle of water from his backpack and unscrewed it and handed it out.
Don't choke.
The little girl was indeed choked and coughed hard. She took the water bottle and drank it for most of the time before she could recover.
Unbuttoned the mask of the helmet, Zero Chong squatted down, smiled and reached out to touch her fluffy hair, and asked in a gentle tone.
What's your name?
Arnold.
How does this name sound like a boy?
never mind.
Zero Chong didn't care, and continued with a smile.
My name is Ling Chong. If you see a bad guy in the future, you can go there to find us.
As he said that, he pointed to the direction of Rowell's camp, which was the base of their 100-man team and the base of the rebels.
Arnold, who was full of biscuit slags, licked his fingers hard, not knowing whether he had heard his words.
The children around them looked here with a hurried look, swallowing their saliva, and the sticky mud cake on their hands was no longer fragrant.
Thinking that he gave it all, and it was not bad for this one, Zero Chong simply took out the last few compressed biscuits from his backpack and distributed them to everyone present, including their father's wrinkled old man.
Seeing the children eating voraciously, Zero Chong felt satisfied and a satisfied smile on his face.
A few compressed biscuits don't cost much, not to mention that no one eats this thing, just as a temporary supply to carry it on your body just in case.
The older boy took his younger brother upstairs, as if he was planning to share the delicious food brought by Iron Man with his sister and mother.
The old man stared at the biscuits in his hand and remained silent, with a sad face, as if he was thinking about something.
Finally, he looked at Zero Chong with a smile as if he had made up his mind.
Arnold is too young... change one.
Zero Chong's smile instantly frozen on his face.
What?!
Erliang Yueguang couldn't help laughing and leaned against the earthen wall beside him.When the mountains and rivers dreamed, they looked at the guy with a dark face, and felt embarrassed and moved their eyes away.
The newborn version of the newborn suddenly shook his shoulders like he was returning to his soul and said.
In the Bharat Province, only elders and husbands can touch a woman's head. Such an unmarried woman can make a proposal to touch her head... I just went offline to check in Lao Si's post.
Damn it!?
The mountains and rivers sighed in their dreams.
Just drag it out and die.
The second second before, the two-liang moonlight, who was still holding a thumbs up, nodded in agreement.
+1, so fucking newborn.
Version Birth: …?
Wait, I won’t make Ah!This doesn't count!
He quickly stood up from the ground, and Zero Chong wanted to explain with laughter and cry, but all three teammates looked at him disgusted.
The little girl named Arnold was just licking her fingers, indifferent to the croaking voices of those people, and did not understand why her father sighed.
Her black eyes stared at the backpack that was delicious, and everything she thought was all about.
If only one more piece could be done.
Before I knew it, the rain outside the house stopped.
Just when Shanhe was about to take three teammates to leave here as soon as possible, a gunshot from outside the window suddenly broke the tranquility after the rain.
That's the sound of the Ripper's rifle!
The four of them were instantly alert.
Before he could say goodbye to this family, Shanhejiu pushed open the door and rushed to the street. Three teammates with live ammunition behind him also quickly followed.
With the bonus of the exoskeleton, the four people moved as fast as a bolt of lightning. In just one breath, they expanded their formation in the direction of the gunfire and leaned against the cover to set up a rifle.
However, what they unexpectedly was that the group of guys carrying guns standing on the street opposite were not their enemies.
But one's own people...
Slums near the Governor's Mansion.
The open space where the poor were drying their clothes was now crowded with a large group of people.
Although it is said to be drying clothes here, most of the things hanging on the hemp rope are rags like rags, which can only cover up privacy at most.
Due to the low education rate and no contraceptives or other ways of entertainment, people here like to create people when they are fine, so there are more people than clothes.
Some extremely poor survivors even have to share a robe with their family, and they will wear it when they need to go out.
It is precisely because of this that when Ashin stood in the middle of the crowd wearing a clean striped shirt and thick canvas pants, both temperament and image seemed out of place with the poor people around him wearing old clothes and even wrapped in bed sheets.
Finally, an old man with wrinkles on his face and a sallow complexion was pushed out during a push from people.
His name is Jia Yi, he is a member of the Rat tribe. He is less than 60 years old, but he looks like he is buried in an old age.
But then again, in the slums in the Golden Gallon Port, living to the age of sixty is indeed considered an old age.Most people have already lived their lives by the age of forty.
People on this street unanimously agreed that since they are children of the Rat people, it is most appropriate to educate them by the elders of the Rat people.
They need to figure out three things.
One is what those Iron Man told him that day, and the other is where did he get the money from buying this outfit?
As for the third thing, it is also the most important thing.
What does it mean to let them move away?
The old man who was squeezed into the front felt a little helpless on his face, but he also knew that this matter was the most suitable for him.
So he cleared his throat and said with a serious expression to the young man in front of him.
Ashin, you are a good boy. I watched you grow up. I hugged you when you were only as big as a coconut shell.
Ah Xin nodded.
I remember Grandpa Jai.
A comforting smile appeared on the old man's face, but the lines of wrinkles quickly twisted up seriously again.
We all know that you are a honest and honest child. You and your family are good people on this street, so you are on our side, right?
certainly.
Ah Xin nodded again, glanced at Grandpa Jia Yi, and then at the neighbors around him, and continued to speak slowly.
I can swear to my gods that I hope everyone can live a better life than anyone else.
As soon as his voice fell, a roar of righteous indignation came from beside him.
Then what does it mean that you let us move out?
The angry shout immediately ignited the emotions of everyone around him, and the rebukes flew over and instantly drowned the two people standing in the crowd.
that is!What do you mean!
This is our home!We don't go anywhere!
How many benefits did those people give you!
Very Ah, I understand where your outfit comes from!
Pooh!Eat something inside and outside!
I knew that none of these mice had a good thing!
Let me tell you, let me tell you.Jay's voice was begging, and he raised his hand to try to calm everyone down, but the response was only raindrops of saliva.
No one paid attention to him at all.
After all, the Rat people are just a group of lowly things.
Although they look like humans, their hearts are like mice in the gutter, and the people here look down on them from the bottom of their hearts.
Just as the Wolf tribe produced the most brave and bravest warriors, they produced prostitutes, pickpockets, thieves and profiteers.
These villains who do all evil are slightly higher than those Yue tribes who have been deprived of all their property, power and even personal freedom.
The people here have no doubt that the next ethnic group that has been demoted to slavery must be these annoying rats.
It is simply a shame to allow these inferior people to live in the prosperous era of the empire!
Everything would be better without them!
Bathed in the scolding of everyone, Ashin looked at the indignant faces expressionlessly, and suddenly wanted to laugh.
His status is indeed low.
But how good are these people?
Even if he is as noble as a wolf, living in this ghost place is just a dog that picks up garbage and eats.Even if he is as gentle as a sheep, he will have given birth to cruel and ruthless criminals and robbers.
However, his old father, who was looked down upon by everyone on this street, lived honestly and diligently throughout his life. Not only did he not offend anyone, he also taught him and his brothers and sisters to be honest and honest good people, so that they can be reincarnated as personal superiors in the next life.
Touching his conscience, he has indeed lived honestly in the past seventeen years, and once planned to endure this life.
Until yesterday, he was treated like a sewer rat, pushing and driving out of the crowd, with the only purpose of testing the group of Iron Man who is from and what attitude he is towards them...
At that moment, standing alone on the street, he suddenly hated the cowardly self and the people who made him live for seventeen years.
So much so that when those people handed him the gun, he wanted to pull out the guys who pushed him out and killed him on the spot.
But he didn't do that.
It's not because of kindness.
Instead, he knew very well who gave him the gun or the power of life and death.
Since the master could hand the gun to his hands, he could naturally take it away from him.
In order to retain this power, he must do everything he can to please them.
He won't be ruthless when it's time to kill someone.
But now.
He must do this with a beautiful and minimal cost before he can shoot out the twelve bullets in his pistol.
Holding the cold metal texture in his pocket, he tried hard to overcome the fear in his heart and the instincts he had engraved in his human nature for seventeen years.
Then, like an honest child, he lit his head for the third time, and the last time.
That's right, I've collected money, and it's a huge sum of money, a huge sum of money that you poor guys can't imagine in your life.
The surroundings became quiet in an instant.
He could feel that the eyes that looked at him were not only simple anger, but also a hint of greed and desire.
It's like a hyena meeting a hare.
They just regretted that they were not themselves who took the gun from the league at that time, and they wanted to snatch all the money in their pockets.
Without pause, Ashin used all his strength to maintain his calmness and calmly said the words he had thought about all night.
There were 40,000 yuan in total. Not only did I buy myself a new set of clothes, but I also bought a set for my brother, younger brother, my sister, sister and parents.After that, we also plan to buy three pigs and buy some things that subsidize household items to make everyone's life more comfortable.
A slightly sturdy man stepped forward and stared at him with his eyes tightly.
Why do they give you money?Those iron men.
Ah Xin recognized this guy.
This guy's name is Vikram, he is a member of the Wolf tribe. It is said that he has been a soldier before, but only this guy knows whether he has been a soldier or not.
He only knew that this guy was a famous villain on this street, bullying his brother and younger brother a lot on weekdays, and his honest father.
Ah Xin knew very well that the reason why this guy didn't take the money directly from his pocket was not because he was afraid of himself, but just because of the iron men who were suspected to be standing behind him.
It is precisely because of this...
He said that he could not lose the support of those adults.
I sold my house to them, and Ashin looked at him expressionlessly, imagining the group of iron men standing behind him, and continued slowly, "The house is theirs now, and whether they blow it up or use it as a target to knock it out, it is their freedom."
Everyone was in an uproar when they heard this, including Vikram standing in front of him, and countless people showed expressions of surprise and shock on their faces.
You can't do this!
That's not just your house!It's also a house on this street!
That's right!
At least
This should have one of your own money than the huge amount!
Vikram's eyes narrowed, his tone with a hint of threat.
Boy, I live on the street near you!If the shell landed here
Then you go and discuss with them!And those Iron Man!Looking at the chattering crowd, Ashin suddenly burst out and a roar interrupted everyone's words.
No one expected that this young man who is timid, honest and low-key on weekdays would suddenly get so angry, and the surroundings would become quiet for a moment.
Even the famous villain on this street, the guy named Vikram looked at him in surprise, as if he was watching a monster who had taken the wrong medicine.
But even so, this guy was just watching.
Ah Xin knew that this guy would not dare to touch him.
He is extremely calm and sober now.
He knew that the more he was unscrupulous, the more these people would think about the fact that they had a backer behind him. The more they were afraid of what gave him unscrupulous courage.
What's more, they're not wrong.
I do have that thing.
And it's in his hand!
Looking around at the faces full of surprise around him, Ah Xin continued to say unabashedly.
...Go, carry it together, and discuss with the iron people and let them fight with the empire somewhere else!Or you can send a timid guy like a mouse to discuss with His Majesty and ask him to give the port and the Governor's Mansion to those Iron Mansions!
Looking at the speechless guys, he smiled coldly.
...You don't dare to do this. You only dare to find someone who looks easy to bully. This person is best the one you are extremely familiar with but not so familiar with. It is best the one who is hardworking and will never fight back even if you are beaten or scolded, such as me standing here.
I'm going to drive you away from here, right?Then kill me, then look at my house with a bang, and then it turned into a ruin!The soldiers of the Empire would use them as bunkers, and the iron people in the Governor's Mansion would use them as targets.When they finish playing, they pat their butts and leave. You can get nothing but a pile of sand and soil!Come on, are you helpless?
No one took action.
There is not even the person who speaks.
Ashin gasped slightly.
He has never said so many things in his life, and he has been in front of so many people.
But he was already standing here, like a mouse forced into the corner by a wild cat.
The only thing he can do now is bluff.
If he was scared, these people would really kill him.
Gritting his teeth and holding back his trembling shoulders, Ashin tried hard to recall the words he had thought of last night, and continued to say one by one.
It's me, the poorer poorer who you poor people look down on the most on weekdays, now we have negotiated a suitable price for you so that your worthless shacks can be exchanged for at least four fat pigs you have never touched in your life!
Forty thousand, forty thousand Xilan coins!If you are willing to tear it down yourself, they will give you an extra 20,000. This is the benefit I have won for you!It's me!
He roared at the top of his lungs, his voice even hoarse. When the people around him heard it, they immediately boiled like a boiling oil pan.
forty thousand!
If you stripped down your house, you would give you an extra 20,000!
Just their broken house, let alone 40,000 Xilan coins, maybe someone will want 20,000!And even if it is worth so much money, no one will buy it.
Many people are already moved.
As the young man named Ah Xin said, this money is an astronomical amount for most people living here.
With this money, they can not only go to the countryside to build a spacious cottage, but also buy three or four large fat pigs.
With pigs, even if you have a prolific farmer, it is better to squeeze in this slum to pick up those jobs that have no more than the next meal.
Seeing that everyone was moved, Vikram was panicked.
On weekdays, he only relies on collecting protection fees, extortion, and doing some stealing things, and all these tasks are divided into good territory.
If this block is gone, he is like a wild dog without a home, and he can only go to other dogs' territory to grab food with them.
He will be bitten to death by those more cruel wild dogs!
He is not against selling his dilapidated house at a good price.
But that should at least be a huge sum of money that will make him worry about food and clothing for the rest of his life!
It would be better to make him a real wolf clan, rather than hang out with these poor people like a wild dog!
etc!Why is it only 40,000? Vikram put on a fierce expression and took a step forward with a harsh look on his face.
If he had brought a few people to discuss with those iron men, maybe he could have asked for more
However, before he could say anything, he interrupted it with a sudden gunshot.
A blood hole was printed on his forehead. Vikram stared at the young man whose arms were shaking constantly, and after a moment, he fell heavily to the ground, sprinkling red and white all over the floor.
He didn't know.
Someone has been staring at his head for a long time.
Hearing the gunshot, the crowd was filled with a commotion, like monkeys poured by hot hot oil, but they were not moving forward, but fearfully backward.
Jay looked at the young man from the Rat who drew his gun in disbelief, as if he was watching something ruthless, and said in a trembling voice.
You killed someone...
Yes, let me be a beast in the next life.
Trying to hide the trembling of his index finger and arm, Ah Xin inserted the gun back into his pocket, still said this coldly, and then looked at the people around him and continued.
What about you?Do you get out of here with the money, or do you want to be like him?
As he expected.
No one cared about the body.
Some people die here every now and then. No matter whether they are starving or dying from illness, no one cares.
Even if the Governor's Office is right next to it.
What they care more about was the gun in his hand, the gun that was given by the Iron Man and symbolized by authority, even though there were only 11 bullets left in that gun.
besides
They still care about themselves.
Or money.
As for Vikram.
That guy is dead.
Not many people like him when he was alive, let alone after lying on the ground, the mass grave was his last destination.
The man standing behind Vikram moved his Adam's apple, curbing the panic on his face, staring at the young man standing in the crowd and speaking.
Can you... guarantee to get the money for us?
Ashin said without hesitation.
I promise.
The man hesitated for a moment, nodded, and walked forward.
Ashin stared at him, although he was panicked, it was not reflected in the face that was numb because of the blood.
step.
Two steps...
At three meters away, the man suddenly stopped and took a deep breath.
...Thank you for everything you did for everyone.
The Adam's apple moved, and he continued.
Just like you said... here will soon turn into ruins, and even if we don't take that money, nothing will change.
The surroundings were quiet for many seconds.
People seemed to be surprised by his approval.
But soon, a sparse sound began to sound.
really……
This price is enough.
Your Majesty will not give it to us.
My dilapidated house has been leaking for a while and I just plan to build another one.
It's much easier if someone takes the lead.
Although those words against their will were a little hesitant and hesitant, the meaning revealed was not surprising, mostly affirmation and praise for Ashin.
Looking at the obedient people, Ashin breathed a sigh of relief, but he did not thank the man, but just looked at him indifferently and said.
Your name.
The man said with a respectful look.
Kunal…dog people.
Ah Xin nodded.
Now, you are mine.
The man looked happy.
At this moment, when did tiny rain drops suddenly float from the sky filled with dark clouds, drop after drop on the blood-stained mud ground.
When it was raining, people were like dogs who heard the ringing of meals, and rushed to the clothes and bed sheets hanging on the hemp rope, rushing to take them into their arms, for fear of being wet by the rain, and even more afraid that others would be able to walk around in chaos.
But Ah Xin just squatted down, picked up a shell from the ground, and wiped away the mud and water stained on it with his trembling thumb.
Go and bury him.He tried hard to keep his voice from showing any cowardice.
Standing in the rain, Kunal nodded respectfully, like a loyal servant.
yes!
Not just Kunal.
Several men also grabbed Vikram's hands and feet, lying on the ground, and moved it outside the square.
From this moment on, they were all his younger brothers.
Nothing needs to be said explicitly.
Ashin, who was squatting in the rain, did not get up, but just quietly looked at the bloodstains in the distance that had not been washed away by the rain, and his eyes were evident.
This is his first time killing someone.
He found that as long as he did not treat people as humans, but as a livestock, it was easier than he thought.
Although his arms are sore and numb, his mouth is so painful, and his legs are so weak that he can't stand up...
……
Damn, it's raining.
Find a place to shelter from the rain.
Near Camp Rowell, near the slums on Blackwater Street.
The four players patrolling along the alley suddenly saw that it was raining, and it was getting heavier and heavier, so they walked under the eaves of the houses beside them.
It’s a pity that the eaves are too narrow and there is wind blowing outside. No matter how they lean against the wall, the rain can fall on the armor.
Type 5 The exoskeleton has good wading performance, but it is very troublesome to get water into the gaps in the bulletproof insertion plate, and some moving parts have to be re-oiled and maintained.
The more complex the machine is, the more picky the working environment is. I am afraid that the only one who is truly durable is the mosquito small aircraft produced by Goblin Technology.
perhaps……
They should hire a few NPCs to do this.
Mountains and rivers are in dreams. Thinking of this in my heart, I saw a few pairs of bright black eyes staring at them in the cracks in the half-closed window.
He looked at Zero Chong, who was on the side of the perception system, and the latter shook his head.
No murderous intention.
Shanhe walked to the door when he entered his dream and reached out to knock on the door.
The door opened quickly, and a wrinkled face poked out from the crack of the door, and the panic-eyed eyes were filled with anxiety.
adult?
We can take shelter from the rain for a while.
After saying that, Shanhe River dreamed and took out a Xilan coin worth 100 yuan and stuffed it into the hand of the old man whose face was full of incredible words.
Thanks...thank you.The old man thanked him in fear and trepidated him and stepped back and gave in to the door.
The light in the room was very dark, but I could barely see it clearly.
There was a table in the room less than ten square meters, with pots and pans on it, and the black eyes were hidden behind the table.
They were children about eleven or twelve years old, with sallow skin and dirty faces, some boys and girls, all wrapped in a sheet of cloth decorated with linen, as if they had been torn off from a complete curtain or sheet.
Looking at the shiny exoskeleton and the rifle hanging on the chest, the children's faces were both timid and curious.
They had never seen these iron men in armor, but they felt that these men seemed more mighty than the soldiers carrying rifles.
The two girls who looked older, with fear and uneasiness on their faces, quietly climbed upstairs along the ladder under the urging of their mother.
Shanhe dreamed, and he felt a little reluctant, but he didn't say anything. He just took three teammates to shelter from the rain, trying not to disturb these people's lives.
The two sides were silently facing each other, with only the sound of drizzling rain outside the window.
After a while, it seemed that these iron men were not that scary. In addition, they could not see their eyes through the eyepiece, and the adults and children in the room gradually stopped taking them to heart.
Except for the three women who had gone upstairs before, the others gathered around the table and used their hands to take out pieces of mud as big as a baby's fist from the iron basin filled with brown mud and spread it flat on the table, spreading it into a cake shape.
The old man was pronounced something with a sensible expression, stretched out his mud-filled hand and grabbed some crushed wild vegetable leaves, pepper and cardamom powder from the basket beside him and sprinkled them on the mud cakes one after another.
The players standing at the door looked at each other, swallowed involuntarily, and communicated quietly in the communication channel.
Is this... earth?
Eighty percent of it.
Mom...
From this point of view, nutritional cream is more delicious.
But they actually have condiments.
The mountains and rivers are in their dreams and they don’t speak.
He remembered seeing it on Sces' post that it was said to be located in the north of Golden Gallon Harbor, a vast red land was located.
The red land is completely different from the Guanyin soil they usually understand in terms of color and composition. It seems to have been artificially improved. Although things cannot be planted, they boil and filter out the sand and gravel in it and drain it and can be eaten directly.
The local poor will mix some plant fiber and condiments into it to make it less difficult to swallow.
Of course, although eating this artificially improved mud is not dangerous to eat kaolin, it is impossible to eat this thing seven days a week.
Most of the bottom layers of Golden Gallon Port still use black beans and a kind of bean that looks like chickpeas but is larger in size, and various berries and wild vegetables are complementary foods.
As for the main sources of protein, they are mainly insects and freshwater snails.
As for mud cakes, they are just a supplement when the economy is not prosperous.
In short, because it is located at the junction of tropical and subtropical regions and is located on the impact plains on the banks of the Yongliu River, the food source in this area is quite rich.
It is precisely because of this settlement that can accommodate so many people that it is far beyond the carrying capacity of this land.
However, the survivors living here are just alive, and they are even less dignified than the cattle in the cattle.
At least only foreigners can eat them.
After a while, the man's ritual was finished, and the mud cakes on the table turned into half-dry and undry.
He picked up a few cakes, put them in the bowl as big as a palm, handed them to the older child beside him, and whispered to him to deliver them to his mother and sisters upstairs.
Then he rubbed his hands and greeted the family members who had already swallowed their saliva to have dinner.
Standing at the door, Zero Chong couldn't bear to watch it anymore, took out the compressed biscuits stuffed in his backpack, ignored the captain's eyes and walked forward. In the panic look of the family, he stuffed it to the child closest to him and whispered in a low voice.
Eat this.
He knew very well that this would have no meaning at all, just like stuffing gold coins into the NPC's home with a bare wall, it would not change anything.
But he did it anyway.
There is no special reason, isn’t it just for the idea to be clear when playing games?
Shanhe fell into his dream and shook his head, but said nothing. The two liang of moonlight standing next to him quietly gave him a thumbs up.
The little girl, who was as tall as his exoskeleton breastplate, widened her black eyes, looked at him straight through her fluffy and loose hair, and then looked at her father. Seeing that her father had no objection, she took a bite of the plastic packaging.
Seeing that she was stabbed by plastic serrated teeth, Zero Chong quickly signaled with his hands.
It has to be tear apart, that's it.
The little girl hesitated for a moment, clumsyly learning from his gestures and tore open the plastic packaging, hesitated and took another bite.
In an instant, she widened her eyes, and her black eyes seemed to be painted with a layer of color, rolling into a hazy wave.
It was a delicious food she had never tasted before.
She sucked her mouth voraciously. Seeing this, Ling Chong looked around and didn't see the container of water. He gritted his teeth and took out a bottle of water from his backpack and unscrewed it and handed it out.
Don't choke.
The little girl was indeed choked and coughed hard. She took the water bottle and drank it for most of the time before she could recover.
Unbuttoned the mask of the helmet, Zero Chong squatted down, smiled and reached out to touch her fluffy hair, and asked in a gentle tone.
What's your name?
Arnold.
How does this name sound like a boy?
never mind.
Zero Chong didn't care, and continued with a smile.
My name is Ling Chong. If you see a bad guy in the future, you can go there to find us.
As he said that, he pointed to the direction of Rowell's camp, which was the base of their 100-man team and the base of the rebels.
Arnold, who was full of biscuit slags, licked his fingers hard, not knowing whether he had heard his words.
The children around them looked here with a hurried look, swallowing their saliva, and the sticky mud cake on their hands was no longer fragrant.
Thinking that he gave it all, and it was not bad for this one, Zero Chong simply took out the last few compressed biscuits from his backpack and distributed them to everyone present, including their father's wrinkled old man.
Seeing the children eating voraciously, Zero Chong felt satisfied and a satisfied smile on his face.
A few compressed biscuits don't cost much, not to mention that no one eats this thing, just as a temporary supply to carry it on your body just in case.
The older boy took his younger brother upstairs, as if he was planning to share the delicious food brought by Iron Man with his sister and mother.
The old man stared at the biscuits in his hand and remained silent, with a sad face, as if he was thinking about something.
Finally, he looked at Zero Chong with a smile as if he had made up his mind.
Arnold is too young... change one.
Zero Chong's smile instantly frozen on his face.
What?!
Erliang Yueguang couldn't help laughing and leaned against the earthen wall beside him.When the mountains and rivers dreamed, they looked at the guy with a dark face, and felt embarrassed and moved their eyes away.
The newborn version of the newborn suddenly shook his shoulders like he was returning to his soul and said.
In the Bharat Province, only elders and husbands can touch a woman's head. Such an unmarried woman can make a proposal to touch her head... I just went offline to check in Lao Si's post.
Damn it!?
The mountains and rivers sighed in their dreams.
Just drag it out and die.
The second second before, the two-liang moonlight, who was still holding a thumbs up, nodded in agreement.
+1, so fucking newborn.
Version Birth: …?
Wait, I won’t make Ah!This doesn't count!
He quickly stood up from the ground, and Zero Chong wanted to explain with laughter and cry, but all three teammates looked at him disgusted.
The little girl named Arnold was just licking her fingers, indifferent to the croaking voices of those people, and did not understand why her father sighed.
Her black eyes stared at the backpack that was delicious, and everything she thought was all about.
If only one more piece could be done.
Before I knew it, the rain outside the house stopped.
Just when Shanhe was about to take three teammates to leave here as soon as possible, a gunshot from outside the window suddenly broke the tranquility after the rain.
That's the sound of the Ripper's rifle!
The four of them were instantly alert.
Before he could say goodbye to this family, Shanhejiu pushed open the door and rushed to the street. Three teammates with live ammunition behind him also quickly followed.
With the bonus of the exoskeleton, the four people moved as fast as a bolt of lightning. In just one breath, they expanded their formation in the direction of the gunfire and leaned against the cover to set up a rifle.
However, what they unexpectedly was that the group of guys carrying guns standing on the street opposite were not their enemies.
But one's own people...
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